Two more days had passed and Angel found herself growing angrier and more frustrated by the hour. There had been no word from Layon, not even a text to let her know he'd gotten her voicemail and that he'd call her when he got the chance. Standing in the corridor close to the hall where she'd had her last lecture of the day, Angel found herself checking her cell phone for the hundredth time that day. And again she thought of giving him another call. Part of her, especially her wolf, wanted to call and call and call until she finally annoyed him enough to pick up. Yet she was even angrier with herself for being so desperate and so with even more growing frustration, she shoved her phone aggressively back into her pocket. Just as she was about to turn and head down the corridor in the direction of the front of the school, headed for home, she heard a commotion coming from around the corner. Hackles rising instantly at the sound of rushing feet headed toward her, she braced herself inst

The Bar was quiet as usual, and Angel’s manager had taken it upon himself to leave her alone as he did almost every shift. It didn’t exactly bother Angel. She liked to be alone. At least, that was what she told herself. It was definitely easier than putting up with all the bullshit and politics that came with being the traitor’s daughter. Yet it didn’t remain that way for long. No sooner had Angel stepped out from the back corridor having just collected a box of napkin refills from the storeroom than the front door of the bar swung open. Even before he entered, Angel could sense him, his inner turmoil and the obvious frustration he was feeling at whatever the hell he was struggling with now. His wolf was grumbling and the moment she saw Layon’s face, she knew that something serious was going on. She opened her mouth to speak but barely managed to let out a whimper as he charged up to her, grabbed her by the elbow, and began to drag her back into the back corridor. “What the hell,

Struggling not to smirk with amusement at Angel’s obvious astonishment the moment they stepped onto one of his father’s three privatejets, he urged her to take a seat. He wanted to be in the air as soon as possible. She continued to glance around the sleek cream interior even as she silently did as he said, clearly too awestruck to argue. It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry.Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.”Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded.“That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”Angel snapped back at him, crossin

She's so beautiful.The thought came unbidden into Layon's mind as he caught himself staring at Angel who, by the sound of her gentle breathing, was now fastasleep in an awkward position in the chair across from him thanks to the belt around her waist that she now refused to take off. Thinking of how fearful she'd been for him when the jet had been jolting all over and he'd hit his head, he couldn't help but smile. She was feisty and stubborn and more than a little annoying at times, but she was also cute and beautiful throughout. Even nowwith her red hair a wild mess, half hiding her creamy face, she was all he could see.Stop it, he snarled at himself the moment he realized what he was doing. It didn't matter what he wanted, that he wanted to cross the jet andgive it another go at getting intimate with her again, once they were off the jet everything would revert right back to normal. Why put ourselves through it?Layon asked himself, knowing that if he allowed himself to have

From the outside, the fairy court looked like nothing more than an old gothic cathedral, but on the inside, it was like something out of a fairytale. A huge stone castle fortress with a literal forest growing inside. Every wall, archway, and window was decorated with vines and trees and climbing plants. Birds, bees, and other insects hummed throughout the place. The scents that filled the air were nothing like that of the pollution of the human world outside the court's doors, and Layon and Angel glanced at each other in astonishment several times as they were led down the forested hallways by a rather tall and pretty fairy whose professional demeanor left her looking strict and unapproachable. “This place can’t be real,” Angel exclaimed when they had been walking for several minutes. Layon couldn’t help but admire the innocent astonishment on her face that made her look even more angelically beautiful than normal. “It’s huge compared to the outside!” Layon had to agree. They se